The Loyalist Mind

The Loyalist Mind

From Albion’s white cliffed shore

And Angle’s heath filled plain

They followed Cabot’s sea soaked path

To virgin woods, wild beast’s domain

St. George’s cross they bore

Across the murky deep

Old England’s banner they held high

On rocky shore of James’ creek

Still others came of prayerful mind

And friends with Squanto made

Their harvest feast of bounty shared

As kindly they behaved

Soon settlements along the coast

For God and King were named

Virginia, Jamestown, Georgia too

All spoke of whence they came

Each Colony and Province blessed

With bounty from God’s hand

Did goods supply by laden ship

To thank dear Motherland

In time some did regret

That they from England came

And took upon themselves to make

A State in their own name

But honest souls and faithful true

To God and King proclaimed

That British they’d remain

Though tempests rose and fires were flamed

An Englishman did know full well

That God His plan would work

And righteous was the path in truth

To ne’er King’s duty shirk

In time each fiery grievance made

the Parliament addressed

In peaceful end did come out best

For all who were distressed

So needless was the rebels call

For fight ‘gainst tyranny

And Britain’s glory grew undimmed

From sea to shining sea

May we of Cabot’s land now say

Judge not us for our rebel scene,

And by St.George and Britain’s day

God Bless and Save The Queen!